It must be my Christmas spirit that prevented me from yelling when my cat, Collette, bit me twice recently. The closest I came to being cross was letting out an exasperated laugh.
Collette had no good reason to bite me, but in the interest of staying positive this Christmas, I'm choosing to overlook her disgruntled behavior and focus on her kind, purring, kneading qualities.
That'll be a sound tactic--through Saturday, at least.
